Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.